I am by nature a suspicious man. Couple that with the fact that the message We’re Sorry But Something Went Wrong pops up whenever I try to get on the main NaNoWriMo site, and you have hysteria.
And, no, not the song, you booger. The incredibly fretful emotion.
So, here I am, fearing that A) Lindsey Grant is dead, and the Office of Letters and Lights is soon going become an evil puppet organisation for InFoCom, the imaginary evil corporation I just made up; B) I’ll never be able to update my wordcount ever again! Waah!; and/or C) a terrorist cell has taken over the San Francisco Bay area and the only one who can save us now is Executive Director Chris Baty, which, when you think about it, would make a freaking awesome movie script.
Screnzy here I come!